Posted on Monday 18 February 2019 by Shelter NI
Often lost, always lonely
he wandered the byeways of the city:
krill in the belly of a whale.
After crossing the borders
from home to homelessness
from earthed to rootlessness
he dwelt in doorways,
cushioned by cardboard:
shop neon his night-light.
Of interest only to stray dogs or policemen
he wondered if he still, in fact, existed
though sometimes a passerby would
break a busy stride
to ask his name
and would he like a cuppa or a sandwich?
Only then would he hear his voice
(an untuned instrument)
and see his unregarded self
reflected in their soft eyes
and envy them their haste, their purpose,
By Carole Farnan